Xandrya

Dead Zone : A Zombie Survival Roleplay [Open and Accepting]

Olivia Henley

Olivia looked at the officer as he pointed to his bag which he had placed by his feet. She was able to register his words, but the minor restriction on water and food didn't stick. She rummaged through his bag feeling a bit anxious, maybe due to the fact that she was just then realizing how hungry she was, her inability to recall the last time she ate only adding to the problem.

"Here it is..." she whispered to herself after her hand brushed against the bottle of water as she pulled it out of the bag. For a moment, Olivia struggled with the cap, and her only reaction was to curse under her breath. When she finally got it opened, she nearly chugged down the entire bottle.

"An officer, huh? Yeah, I--I've dealt with you guys numerous times throughout my childhood. My name's Olivia, by the way..." she stared at Owen, her mind struggling to figure out why she should already know him. It wasn't easy, not when whatever psychotropic drug was in her system was having its fun with her. Her mind went back through her recent past, then it skimmed through her teenage years, until suddenly... "Holy shit, Officer Owen!" She remembered him now. About 8 years ago, when she was only 15, he was one of the officers who practically dragged her out and away from her foster home. She didn't blame him back then, and she certainly didn't blame him now, but things would have turned out much more nicer for Olivia if someone would have just listened to her side of the story. "Ah, you probably don't remember me," she added, giving him a playful punch on the arm. For some reason, this made her have a laughing fit, right to the point where she was in tears. Olivia had to stand up and take a few deep breaths to try to regain her composure. "Yeah, sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. Well, I do know, but..." she decided to just stay quiet at that point, sitting back down next to Owen and much to her surprise, and definitely his, she leaned her head against against his shoulder.

"Owen, please don't let the Biters kill me--or us, for that matter."

@The Spectre

Elemental Academy [Currently Accepting!] -closed-

Nah, just mine and Sif's characters.

Elemental Academy [Currently Accepting!] -closed-

#rekt

The Unwanted. Superpowered RP with a hint of horror.

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@Xandrya@Rawk

I am a fan of this idea. I think that would be better than me forcing something along.

@AcerRo

Alright, should I wait for Vincent to run into JJ?

Elemental Academy [Currently Accepting!] -closed-

Madison

Madison couldn't help but chuckle a little bit at her classmate's misfortune during his first few minutes of class, but she quickly cleared her throat as to not attract further attention to herself. Mr. Kessinger had mentioned the boy's name, "Vlad", and Madison's first thought was that he was some pretentious spoiled brat from Russia whose talk was way bigger than his game. Something about their inflated ego that annoyed the hell out of her.

"I guess we both have a lot to learn," she said, her attention on neither Mr. Kessinger nor Vlad. Madison wasn't looking to instigate a fight, but she did hate people like him, therefore she would use every opportunity she got to reflect those feelings.

@KuramaaaZ @Sif

The Unwanted. Superpowered RP with a hint of horror.

@AcerRo

Are you going to parse the next few posts for @Subject Zero and I?

The Unwanted. Superpowered RP with a hint of horror.

Jennifer

Jennifer grew extremely annoyed at Nate's flip-flopping behavior towards her. She knew she was messed up on numerous levels, but even she had her limits. And now she was outnumbered by multiple Nates...just exactly what she needed. Complaining under her breath, Jennifer proceeded to get in the back seat of the car like Nate had told her. Once she made herself comfortable, she felt a bit chilled and goosebumps started to emerge from her skin. She figured it was the cold seat for which she wasn't prepared for, and dismissed the idea that maybe something wasn't right. She instead chose to suffer in silence, knowing that complaining wouldn't get her far with him.

She was comfortably resting her head back on the seat of the vehicle as she waited for Nate to finally drive off to whatever destination they were going, but loud, repetitive noises very near to her suddenly pulled her from her thoughts.

"Who the fuck is that guy?!" was all that she managed to say as she stared at the man who was punching and kicking the vehicle for goodness knows what reason. Jennifer reacted by pushing herself across to the other side of the seat opposite from the berserk stranger to maintain a safe distance away from him. When she noticed that he wouldn't stop, Jennifer pushed the door open and crawled out of the vehicle, her side being the first thing to hit the pavement as her attempted escape was anything but impressive. "Nate, help me!"

Jennifer was scared. Not in a scary movie sort of way, but with enough adrenaline to run halfway across the Earth. Her pulse had skyrocketed and she had some mild tunnel vision going on. It was safe to say that her body had entered its fight or flight response, but it was especially hard for her as she couldn't do either very effectively. Somehow, though, she managed to get on her feet and run down the alley, hands wildly swinging from side to side as she kept them clasped in front of her. She didn't dare to look back, but only because she knew that Nate could hold his own and didn't really need her help.

The Unwanted. Superpowered RP with a hint of horror.

He fits the profile, just saying.

The Unwanted. Superpowered RP with a hint of horror.

Oh hey, Tom Hanks. I don't think I've seen him in a movie where he's the bully and not the other way around.

Dead Zone : A Zombie Survival Roleplay [Open and Accepting]

Olivia Henley

She lay on a dirty mattress in the partly empty room aimlessly staring at one of the plain walls. Even though she had a blank expression on her face, lips pursed shut and eyes that were slightly widened, Olivia's mind was quite active at the moment. Half of her arm hung limp off of the side of the mattress, fresh needle marks around the crease of her elbow--as well as a bandana tightly secured just above the area--gave away the fact that she had recently abused drugs, or was forced to do so anyway.

Olivia took notice when a police officer walked in the room followed closely by Scott. Her first reaction was to panic. Was the cop there to arrest her? Scott must have called him...that prick! Olivia made an attempt to get up. Although she eventually managed to get on her feet, she felt extremely sluggish. That's when she noticed that a baton had been pushed across the room over to her. As she bent down to pick it up, she nearly lost her balance, but she managed to get a hold of it and stand up against without incident. When she finally noticed Scott on top of the officer, both in a serious struggle, Olivia thought nothing of it. It took her a few moments of staring at the men fighting before it finally clicked. With whatever strength she had left in her, not that there was much to begin with, Olivia made her way to them. She proceeded to stand directly behind Scott, grabbing the night stick as if it were a baseball bat, and took a deep breath in. When she was ready, she swung the baton as hard as she could.

Olivia picked up on the sickening crack and heavy thud right away. It's as if a freight train had hit her, and when everything else but the bloodied mess at her feet became a blur, she fought the urge to throw up. She leaned back against the wall and dropped to the floor a little too hard which might have hurt had she otherwise not been given drugs. Instead, she closed her eyes as the urge to sleep became too strong to try to fight it.

"I hope you're okay," she managed to say, slurring her words as she wasn't really expecting an answer from the officer. Her consciousness was going in and out at this point, but she also managed to point to Megan, the woman who hadn't moved a muscle since their arrival, and announce the fact that she was dead.

@The Spectre